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A30743
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Hudibras written in the time of the late wars.
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Butler, Samuel, 1612-1680.
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1663
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Wing B6296; ESTC R7750
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thimble or a spoon And though they nothing will confesse Yet by their very looks can gresse And tell what guilty Aspect bodes Who stole and who receiv'd the goods They 'l question Mars and by his look Detect who 't was that nimm'd a Cloke Make Mercury consess and peach Those thieves which he himself did teach They 'l find i' th' Physiognomies O' th' Planets all mens destinies Like him that took the Doctor 's Bill And swallow'd it instead o' th' Piil Cast the nativity o' th Question And from Positions to be guest on As sure as if they knew the moment Of Natives birth rell what will come on 't They 'l feel the Pulses of the Stars To find out Agues Coughs Catarrhs And tell what Crisis does divine The Rot in Sheep or Mange in Swine In Men what gives or cures the Itch What makes them Cuckolds poor or rich What gains or loses hangs or saves What makes men great what fools or knaves But not what wife for only of those The Stars they say cannot dispose No more then can the Astrologians There they say right like true Trojans This Ralpho knew and therefore took The other course of which we spoke Thus was th' accomplish'd Squire endu'd With Gifts and Knowledge per'lous shrewd Never did trusty Squire with Knight Or Knight with Squire jump more right Their Arms and Equipage did fit As well as Vertues parts and wit Their Valours too were of a Rate And out they sally'd at the Gate Few miles on horseback had they jogged But fortune unto them turn'd dogged For they a sad Adventure met Of which anon we mean to treat But e'r we venture to unfold Atchievements so resolv'd and bold We should as learned Poets use Invoke th' assistance of some Muse However Criticks count it sillier Then Juglers talking to Familiar We think 't is no great matter which They 'r all alike yet we shall pitch On one that fits our purpose most Whom therefore thus we do accost Thou that with Ale or viler liquors Didst inspire Withers Pryn and Vickars And force them though it were in spight Of nature and their stars to write Who as we find in sullen Writs And cross-grain'd works of modern wits With vanity opinion want The wonder of the Ignorant The praises of the Author penn'd By himself or wit-ensuring friend The Itch of Picture in the Front With Bays and wicked Rhyme upon 't All that is left o' th' forked Hill To make men scribble without skill Canst make a Poet spight of fate And teach all people to translate Though out of Languages in which They understand no part of speech Assist me but this once I'mplore And I shall trouble thee no more In Western Clime there is a Town To those that dwell therein well known Therefore there needs no more be sed here We unto them refer our Reader For brevity is very good When w' are or are not understood To this Town People did repair On dayes of Market or of Fair And to crack'd Fiddle and hoarse Tabor In merriment did drudge and labour But now a sport more formidable Had rak'd together Village rabble ' I was an old way of Recreating Which learned Butchers call Bearbailing A bold advent'rous exercise With antient Hero's in high prize For Authors â—…o affirm it came From Isthmian or Nemean game Others derive it from the Bear That 's fixt in Northern Hemisphere And round about the Pole does make A circle like a Bear at stake That at the Chain 's end wheels about And overturns the Rabble-ront For after solemn proclamation In the Beat 's name as is the fashion According to the Law of Arms To keep men from inglorious harms That none presume to come so near As forty foot of stake of Bear If any yet be so fool-hardy T' expose themselves to vain Jeopardy If they come wounded off and lame No honours got by such a maim Although the Bear gain much b'ing bound In honour to make good his ground When he 's engag'd and take no notice If any press upon him who 't is But let them know at their own cost That he intends to keep his post This to prevent and other harms Which alwayes waits on feats of Arms For in the hurry of a Fray 'T is hard to keep out of harm's way Thither the Knight his course did stear To keep the peace 'twixt Dog and Bear As he believ'd h'was bound to doe In Conscience and Commission too And therefore thus bespoke the Squire We that are wisely mounted higher Then Constables in Curule wit When on Tribunal bench we sit Like Speculators should foresee From Pharos of Authority Portended Mischiefs farther then Low Proletarian Tithing-men And therefore being inform'd by bruit That Dog and Bear are to dispute For so of late men fighting name Because they often prove the same For where the first does hap to be The last does coincidere Quantum in nobis have thought good To save th' expence of Christian blood And try if we by meditation Of Treaty and accommodation Can end the Quarrel and compose The bloudy Duell without blows Are not our Liberties our Lives The Lawes Religion and our Wives Enough at once to lye at stake For Cov'nant and the Cause's sake But in that quarrel Dogs and Bears As well as we must venture theirs This Feud by Jesuits invented By evil Counsel is fomented There is a Machiavillian Plot Though ev'ry nave olfact it not A deep design in 't to divide The well-affected that confide By setting Brother against Brother To claw and curry one another Have we not enemies plus satis That Cane angue pejus hate us And 〈◊〉 all we turn our fangs and claws Upon our own selves without cause That some occult design dothly In bloudy Cynarctomachy Is plain enough to him that knows How Saints sead brothers by the nose I wish myself a Pseudo-prophet But 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 mischief will come of it Unless by providential wit Or force we averruncate it For what design what interest Can Beast have to encounter Beast They fight for no espoused Cause Frail Priviledge Fundamentall Laws Nor for a thorough Reformation Nor Covenant nor Protestation Nor for free Liberty of Conscience Nor Lords and Commons Ordinances Nor for the Church nor for Church-lands To get them in their own no hands Nor evil Counsellours to bring To Justice that seduce the King Nor for the worship of us men Though we have done as much for them Th' Aegyptians worshipp'd Dogs and for Their Faith made internecine war Others ador'd a Rat and some For that Church suffer'd martyrdome The Indians fought for the truth Of th' Elephant and Monkey's tooth And many to defend that faith Fought it out mordicus to death But no Beast ever was so slight For man as for his God to fight They have more wit alas and know Themselves and us better then so But we we onely do infuse The Rage in them like Boute-feus 'T